07.11.16
i still write. often too. now more than ever and as i used to do: journaling. all since last september, i’ve been doing this and i felt like i should say something. i’m always here but for a different reason. it’s a beautiful thing to have times and dates for everything you’ve done. life gets weirder and i’m very welcome to that while being simultaneously hostile.
want to read any? pick any of the dates. it could be an honest day of character or just a day when i can’t remember because i smoked/drank/masturbated while watching trash and non-important online content.
i never had a relationship with any of you here. i’ll just apologize for that. i’m sorry.
do you guys know who i am by now?
04.27.16
i’m 23 and what i’m most afraid of is that i’m exactly what everyone thinks i am. that i’m not misunderstood or misread, i’m just a spoiled disillusioned try-hard prick that got a head start and some luck in the past, but doesn’t have what it takes to be great. i won’t be successful in any of my aspiring avenues and i will be as i often. i’m not funny. i’m not talented. that every single time i’ve thought i didn’t want to settle for less, that less is exactly where i belong.
that’s what i’m afraid of. thank you for reading this much.